“I mean they’re yours to command. Everything I have is yours to do with as you please.”
“Part of your penance?” Riley spat the final word with a decade’s worth of disgust.
“No,” Steel said steadily. “I’ve paid my penance. But there’s no longer any point of denying the truth. Right or wrong, I’ve been yours since you were a boy. I’ve tried to fight it and I’ve tried to run from it. I bled for it, and when that didn’t work, I tried to bleed the world. But you showed me the futility of that. I know you don’t want me but I’m still offering…everything.”
“Steel I want—” The big boom of a rifle crashed over his words, the bullet ricocheting off the tree just past Steel’s ears. The horses reared up, neighing their alarm, spinning to break away from the threat. Riley and Steel were fast, though, catching their bridles before they bolted. Steel swung himself up on the back of Smokey, wheeling the horse’s head toward the direction of the shot.